Vrux, a Village cursed

OOC 5 guards armed with Halleberd and wearing Chain mail are running towards the group.

Morrison and Rell both enter the forest hoping to hide among the vegetation. It shouldn't be too hard as the forest is very mature.

(hide roll Morrison 9+2, Rell 19+1) After running for about 50' they both loose sight of the guards. From their position will all the bushes, tree and leaves between they can't see the guards at all.
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The rest of the group is slowly and difficultly moving along the forest without any major incident.
 

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Rell and Morrison continue to run deeper in the forest for another 60'. The dense vegetation prevent them from progressing faster.

From their position they barely hears the guards now, and can't say for sure if they are still heading their way.

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Utrolac is starting to breath heavily, He stops and sits on a dead tree trunk. The poor men is all read and completly wet from his own perspiration.

"Sorry gentlement, but I can't continue like that. I am completly exhausted. He starts to breath strongly and rises his head to let a maximum of air enters his lung.

Even Makas, feels that if they continue like that he won't be able to keep the cart moving through the woods. The mud and all the branches are making any small movement a very strenous activity.
 

Makas pauses for a few moments and looks around him. "We need to get the cart onto better ground," he says with a touch of the obvious. "Which way to the rendezvous point? And which way to a road?" he asks.
 

Utrolac is slowing recovering. He lies on the rock and whispers to himself. "I just want to go home"

Fror looks at Makas and says "what about leaving my cart here, I will let my ponies loose, they should be able to survive on their own in this luxurian forest"

On that he moves inside the cart and start moving things around inside it.
 

Rell

Rell catches his breath and watches carefully for any sign of pursuit. He will examine their wounds to make sure they are not leaving a blood trail.
 

"Hmm, that might work Fror. How can we find it again though..." Calondor sits down and thinks for a moment "Perhaps we could draw a map of sorts, if we have any paper that is."
 


Rell

"Thank you my friend, I began to wonder if I would make when the arrows started to fly. I should send that fruit vendor flowers for the loan of his cart, I do believe it saved my life. Shall we try and make our way back to the others?"
 

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